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letra de scanners - nazeem & spencer joles

(intro dialogue)
why are you such a, such a piece of human junk?
the answer is simple, you’re a scanner
that has been a source of all your agony
but i can show you now, how it can be a great source of power

spencer (intro chorus)
young one
i hear them talking, hear them talking, but they on one
on god, gotta get away i need that
in my head, in my head, hear the feed back
another short day, long night {2x}

nazeem (intro verse)
snap my synapses, crowded chit chat
shadows my actions, i’ve cracked, and knocked the beer back
might crack a bareback, we almost croaked
choking on the anthrax, the wind is singing softly and i hid that
so hallelujah, boom honolulu summer flowers full bloom
i’m howlin’ at your spouses, while i serenate the moon
no, the storm is coming soon, my intuitive interlude
i issued the statement, and then move

spencer (intro verse)
from the psychoactive hemisphere, originates the link
between man and metaphysics that’s commended by the shrink
ancient trace blood indigenous, new generations k!lled
while they p-ss down the genocide and magnify the still
i’m a long way to the mountain
long way ’till i’m free
know i’ll have to push so many pounds
knock a couple bodies down
swear the chainsaw heavy on me
knock ’em down!

nazeem (main verse)
tiger stripe paint the race horse i wrecked the whip
at the race war, spliff clenched between my pink lips
black your face more, ancient paint and pellets rain drips
blood hits the floor, sold pores from every orifice
i’m supposed to be c-cky but can’t afford this sh-t
this oracle’s wicked, we gut the chicken scr-ppy, anyone gets h-t
crystal finish plates from places, some cronies don’t exist there
how they hold zirconium diamonds that glisten
compare me not, the hammer’s c-cked , and kony’s still missing
divide and copulate, ozium fills st-tch sickening
that fish bitter, some of my n-gg-s is still sniffin’
decadently [draped mind?], leather perfectly cinched in
grand fellows, smug lips and [bar settles?]
y’all need some, with this heat i’ma cross meadows
the wolves bellow, bellies empty, the score is never settled
only to be drowned out by the past, i hear a’ echo

spencer (main verse)
guadalupe on my chest, is rushin’ for the irs
i confess, i been squalid, this dollar chasin’ and malcontent
the floors creaky, carriages horses printed in 3-d
cd, [these sprout?], pcp, dreams of the skeevy ya!

[we in dis’ b-tch]

(outro)
lemme blow your mu-f-ckin’ mind {5x}

- nazeem spencer joles

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